Carl answers the ultimate question

Do crocodiles love?

That's an interesting question, that is.  It doesn't take a lot of imagination to think of stuff that you could say crocs love.  We got wildebeest, fish... puppies...  But that's dinner-love and almost goes without saying.

You might recall an earlier post (June 7 ) where I talked about a cow - a she-croc - emerging dripping and bow-legged from a stinky river.  The Keeper says that makes him think of a human that he knows called Ursula Andress.  But that's not love, that's rumpy-pumpy.  In fact, it's not even that.  It's thinking about rumpy-pumpy.

Crocs understand dinner and they understand rumpy-pumpy. But do they love?  My answer is this:

DO CROCS LOVE?
(Source: scenicreflections.com)

Crocs love the river, slow-flowing and deep.  It supports em while they do the old log-float,; it churns pleasingly when they do the old deathroll; it protects them when they're on the bottom looking up at splashing feet, or oars.  Without the river, the croc is nothing but a washed-up lizard.   The river sees them at their best, and their worst.  You always know where you are with a river.  In it, by it, on it.

For a croc, it's never about the rumpy-pumpy.  Or even the dinner.  It's about having a place.  And that place is a stinky old river, every time.

So I hope that explains the crocodile perspective.

If you want to know more, you can ask me in 'person'.  Just takes a bid...

love,



Carl